Trippin'
Paper, pill, mushrooms, eye-drop and morning glory seeds.
Escape from reality is what I need.
Gel-cap, microdot ,or double dip whiteblot.
Revenge on reality is what I got.
I've dropped its done in a half hour my adrenilene will start to run.
Now where did the door go and how come I cant see my feet.
I got my hands on my chest and can't feel my heartbeat.
Its been nine hours since I left reality, it
doesnt seem that long.
Now wonder the cd player been playing the same damn song.
Done. A line, a gallon of OJ, a hit and some special K.
Its time to come down, pass me that bottle of Crown. I'll
just lay back and relax, and watch my things melt like wax.
Copyright ©2009 James Henry Jones Jr.
Escape from reality is what I need.
Gel-cap, microdot ,or double dip whiteblot.
Revenge on reality is what I got.
I've dropped its done in a half hour my adrenilene will start to run.
Now where did the door go and how come I cant see my feet.
I got my hands on my chest and can't feel my heartbeat.
Its been nine hours since I left reality, it
doesnt seem that long.
Now wonder the cd player been playing the same damn song.
Done. A line, a gallon of OJ, a hit and some special K.
Its time to come down, pass me that bottle of Crown. I'll
just lay back and relax, and watch my things melt like wax.
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